Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooke's body is still twisted at the bottom of the stairs. Her limbs are too still. Like

a marionette with her strings cut.

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I don't even realize I've stopped breathing until my lungs start burning. I blink. Once. Twice. My brain is still back there hands fisting in each other's hair, her nails scraping my skin like a feral cat, the sick sound of her foot slipping-then that crack at the end.

My blood's rushing too loud in my ears. I can't focus. Can't think. Can't explain. And then-

"Taryn."

His voice. Deep. Cutting.

I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Enoch's scent slams into me like a fucking freight train-cedarwood and rain and something darker, hotter, wild like the way his eyes used to burn into mine before I ruined everything.

I feel him before I see him.

Fuck.

Shivers run down my spine. I don't know whether I should run downstairs or even follow Brooke in her wake. Maybe then I'd be able to escape.

Goddess, let the floor swallow me up.

I whip around. Enoch's already at the bottom of the stairs, one hand clenched into

a fist at his side, the other twitching like he's one second away from losing it. His eyes-those goddamn forest green eyes-aren't looking at Brooke. They're locked

on me.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Enoch, I didn't-I didn't push her. She just-I was trying to get my phone back and she slipped, and I swear I didn't-"

My throat is dry and I can't stop the way my chest rises, falls, then rises again like I'm breathing through a straw. My vision's tunneling. The guilt, the fear, the complete what the fuck of everything I've just done is clawing at my skin.

And then-he moves.

I flinch, instinctively bracing for a reaction, a roar, a something-but his arms are suddenly around me. I should explain. I should tell him she slipped, that I was just grabbing my phone, that her claws came out first, not mine.

"She's-she's slipped and-and... I didn't-I..." I try to let it out, but stuttering doesn;t help when my breath is ragged and I could feel my lungs closing in. I can't follow my breath and blood is getting to my head,

"I'll take care of it," he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through my bones. "You don't have to say anything. I know it wasn't you."

...What?

My body stiffens. My hands are caught between our chests. My brain's lagging two seconds behind.

"Enoch-"

"She's still breathing," he says. "Barely. But she'll live."

I look down. Brooke's still out cold. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. Her

leg's bent weird. I immediately look away before I throw up.

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Enoch's grip tighten around me, pressing his hand on the back of my neck so I'm deeper in his chest. I wanna cry, I wanna tell Enoch what I heard from Brooke.

But my mouth won't work. My brain's glitching out. I'm frozen, heart stuttering against his chest like I'm the one who tumbled down the stairs, not Brooke. He presses a kiss to my forehead. It's the kind of thing he used to do when we were still pretending we didn't feel this twisted, fucked-up magnetism pulling us together. A si fall of a sudden, the panic attack inside of me slowly rests and I could breathe properly.

But now? After everything? It hits different. Colder. Hotter. More dangerous.

around my jaw like it's something delicate. "You're not gonna

Brooke's motionless body at the foot of the stairs. Her hair's splayed out like a damn crime scene photo, blood

don't go unconscious

must've

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

trying to ground myself, but my chest is getting tighter, lungs shrinking like

didn't mean to-she came at me first-l just-my

orders, and the word crashes over me like

isn't yelling. That's the worst part. It's soft. Controlled.

closer. "You're coming with

about to argue, but my knees choose violence and just-give out. The scratch Brooke left on my leg is stinging more than it should. Probably because I'd been too distracted panicking over potential

"Fuck," Enoch hisses.

scratched you?" he growls. His jaw ticks. And then-just like that-he crouches

against his chest, my breath catching

idea of me being in pain sends him into a spiral. "It's just a scratch," I manage, half- embarrassed, half-furious at my own body

now.

doesn't respond. Just strides past Brooke like she's a stain on the carpet. His grip tightens when we pass Jacob, who's just arriving at

Enoch barks

I mutter,

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gives me a look like really, Taryn? but nods

murder is

For now.

to his suite open like it personally insulted him,

and strides toward

is dramatic as

gently, like I'm made of porcelain or whatever metaphor people use for

"Stay"

I'm not a

You're worse. You're

throw herself into dangerall the fucking

the same time." Enoch ignores me. He grabs a first aid kit from the drawer like this

werewolf, you know," I mutter as he kneels beside the bed, pulling my leg

me

ignores me. Of

the drawer beside

we're in some normal-ass relationship where this is foreplay. Patch each other up. Whisper sweet nothings.

of antiseptic in his hand

He's not calm.

Not even close.

of me and dabs the scratch with gauze. The King-the Lycan King i skneeling in front of me. I flinch at

let someone touch you like that?" His eyes

me because I was grabbing my phone back. Not because

gaze darkens. "Wrong

at his shoulder. "You

some chick tried to

"You're mine."

My breath catches.

"Don't," I whisper.

go back," I say quickly. "There's still evidence

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Enoch, the one from the Maldives. I know she was under Brooke. This

"You're not going anywhere."

voice turns feral.

"Enoch-"

my shoulder, hot and

mattress like it's nothing.

"Stay."

me like ice. Not

alpha. It's king.

in my spine goes straight. My wolf